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The golden tom tried his best to keep Frostpaw off the ground, but one, he hated contact, and two, the molly was surprisingly slippery; so when the molly tumbled onto the ground, all he could do was wince and mutter a quick,
"Sorry." Yup, for whatever reason, it seemed that he couldn't do anything right today. Once they got Frostpaw in the right position again, Ivorypaw appeared with more moss and... great guardians, why was Frostpaw on the floor again? At this rate, there would be no goop left on her paws, and falling onto the ground repeatedly couldn't be healthy for you.
"Sorry again," Lionpaw muttered as he crouched down for Frostpaw to get up again. She seemed a bit impatient with him at the moment, but he would be, too, if he was in her position. Actually, it didn't matter from whose perspective he was looking at this from. Even Lionpaw was annoyed with himself at the moment. Once they finally made it into the den, the abyssinian carefully let Frostpaw onto solid ground, then turned to Condorpaw.
"Yea- actually, no. It's the tip of the tail and the back of my hindpaws," the golden tom corrected.
"I'm pretty sure that my flank is fine."